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(feat. Crooked I) [Intro: Crooked I] Okay! What we have here? It's what the game been talkin'... SLAUGHTERHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE! {BRING IT BACK!} [scratches?] Okay! What we have here? It's what the game been talkin'... SLAUGHTERHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE! {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} Okay! [shot] [Crooked I:] This is true! Militant mind state and the villains concealing the 9 wait. - It's a zoo! [gunshot] I'm chilling with primates, I'm a fool! You feeling it? I ain't play gorilla I'm a real as the crime rate. [scream] It's so cool! - My right jabs on the right track It'll slide you sideways go get your ice pack. [shot] That's what the fights bought, big, punch your lights out Go pay your utility bill get your sight back. (huh?) All I got is a bunch of weaponry everywhere When I was a kid I used to machete my teddy bear. Friday the 13th? - Nah, nigga was never scared Letras de cancionesSleeping on Elm's Street if somebody tell me Freddy there. [Vincent Price laughs] (yeah!) See I'm a whole 'nother animal! With a mechanical trap jaw - highly flammable [dogs growing] Soon as this cannibal track yawn I split your cantaloupe, Hannibal Lechter with a hacksaw. - I rap raw! [scream] Go in the zone till I'm outside of my body Your body get outlined in white powder when bullets [gunshot] come outside of the shotty. (ha!) Try to hide in your hotel I'll Al-Qauda Your lobby then I'll smile at your hotty. [Tarzan shouts] ([EM:] Whoo!) Put a ride on my side like Clyde riding with Bonnie Check out the way I pimp mommy! After my snake charm her! She get wet now I'm folding paper (paper!) that's slimy tsunami and origami. (yeah!) Yes! - The best ever! I'm hot as West weather when you dressed in your sweater vest and you best leather. I pull buttons and press levers I'm backwards as a dyslexd letter, jet setter - etcetera! [gunshot] Catch you boy on planet COB, Go fuck yourself give your hand a job! Like Nikel 9's brother - the kids Vishis I own half a beauty salon so you know I'm with splitting the wig business. {Whooooooooooooooooooooo} [Royce Da 5'9":] I got a big dick, bitch! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} What? - That ain't no punchline, I just a got big dick, bitch! (whooo!) 'Bout big business, Slaughterhouse! - You and your clique gettin' with this. [gunshot] Y'all at the movies wearing blindfolds Get, it? - That means you ain't seeing the big picture I find irony in being the headed rapper decapitating I'll get Rihanna on a track and won't even rap on it. Just let her moan to the song whilst I'm masturbating You the best rapper? Homie congratulations! [scream] I'd rather be known for felonious ratchet waving. (pop, pop, pop, pop!) You deep, we deeper But we married to these streets but - we don't jump brooms we just carry street sweepers! Hell yeah! Detroit city? I'm felt there! Leave a brain elsewhere! - It's the name on the card to my health care. I'm hard! - You facades Piss me off! - I put your thoughts on your broad. [scream] You fucking screamer - later with your tough demeanour Ya fruit! - I V-8 juice your fucking team up! Give me 50 feet! (come on!) Why you acting? All brand new 50's teeth! Got the bullets looping I pull it the clip repeats - WITHOUT THE DJ! I got more gunshots in the Glock - than Whoo Kid got [gunshot] in that instant replay. Ooo, you thought that was a diss to Fif'? Than {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo} You stupider than Muslims looking for gifts on Christmas. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} Clip-out! - 'Bout to stick my dick in, the hole In the handle, how you gon' walk [gunshot] a mile in my shoes? (whooo!) I'm walking on water and Moses and over sandals, Giving boxers is the opposite of going commando! [Tarzan shouts] That's right; I put a bunch of boxers on your ass, boy! I'm fly! - ? is my handle! I'm from the metropolitan [blast] rock bottom, if I spot 'em, I got 'em! She wanted to swallow when I shot it - but that's not my problem. She's your wife she just my concubine'n She like to holla Ryan whilst I'm behind it like she my momma mind it. [scream] Willing to get more physical than the lacrosse team Blunt so big look like we just rolled up the swamp thing! ([EM:] Whoo Whoo!) I'm high feeling like I should be higher, I ride like Michael Myers, wire ride like a bike with no tires! ([EM:] Whoo! WHATTA FUCK?!) No case to fight with no priors Say good night! - Nickel 9 and Crooked I's on fire... [Outro: Royce Da 5'9"] That's right! Whattup B-Luv? [beat stops] [gunshot] [rewind] From Letras Mania